11344/Giles is in demand again.

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Giles is in demand again.
Date of Scene: 15 April 2020
Location: The Magic Box, Sunnydale
Synopsis: Cordy buys some valerian, Giles is rude about Dresden....
Cast of Characters: Rupert Giles, Cordelia Chase




Rupert Giles has posed:
"Bloody thing." There's a rather audible metallic *clang* as a fairly heavy piece of metal hits the bottom of the fairly substantial trash can the Magic Box has behind the counter - well, one never knows what oddities might need disposing of safely. Giles treats the bin to a glare, takes off his glasses and polishes them. The observant may notice a couple of oil stains on the rather ratty jeans he's wearing.

Cordelia Chase has posed:
Cordelia's back here and thankfully, no hugely tall wizard in sight. Just the clang of metal and, ah yeah one guy behind the counter. Cordie's got her spring clothes on. Okay okay, it's not insanely high end...her lack of a big name acting career's sorted that out, but...but....

She's wearing off the discount shelf clothing. jeans, t-shirt, battered shoes, but she's walking like the queen bee she is. So stepping into the Magic Box. Cordie needs to find Giles and se if he can make sense of what went down last time she was here. Which was a few days ago.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Blink. Blink. Giles finishes polishing the glasses, pops them back on. Blinks again. "My goodness. Ms. Chase." He glances, briefly, at his hands, which are fortunately not oily, wipes them furtively on his thighs just in case. "This is a surprise."

Cordelia Chase has posed:
"It's more of a surprise to not see you in tweed" Cordie says with a relieved look Giles is here. See. Somebody she can trust. Better than that seven foot tall walking nightmare fuele as Cordie gives Giles an appraising look.

"Alright, where's your tweeed suits and prim and proper English gone?" she jokes. "I mean, you're wearing jeans. Jeans! Did you mellow out now you got to the States?" she asks with a look and nods. It'll do for Cordie's view of Giles.

Just needs recalibrating is all...

"So, I was hoping you could help me?" Cordelia asks with a worried tone to her voice, fidgeting with her handss a little as she speaks.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"I do, believe it or not, have items in my wardrobe made of material other than tweed." It's always difficult to tell if he's teasing. "I may even possess what I believe is described as the regulation white t-shirt à la James Dean." He gives the bin another glare. "Motor oil, also, is not generally considered good for quality suit fabric." A smile. "Help you? Of course. What seems to be the matter?"

Cordelia Chase has posed:
Cordelia has a hand on her heart, in shock. No. Cordie. Don't faint at that news. "You got a James Dean-esque t-shirt? That's it. I'm driving, we all know how Mr. Dean ended up" she says. Rather not lose Giles to a traffic crash. hThen again. Giles doesn't drive a Porsche, so...there's that.

"I was in here the other day and I ran into this tall guy who told me about magic. Didn't get his name but he was friendly....ish with Buffy" Cordie says. "You know any good ways to get rid of nightmares or horrible mental images?" she asks, shuddering at the oe a certain wizard P.I. told her

Rupert Giles has posed:
In fact, the car in question (a very old Citroen) is parked right outside. "Tall guy, good with magic?" Giles frowns. "Mr. Dresden, perhaps? We are... acquainted." He frowns. "That... would very much depend on the nightmares. Something as simple as a herbal sleeping remedy if they're just a by product of tiredness and an overactive imagination..."

Cordelia Chase has posed:
Cordelia shakes her head and groans. "Yeah that sounds like him, he wanted depleted uranium and moonbeams and things" she admits.

"He began telling me why loe potions were a bad idea. Something about being naked and a demon toad and...and...things" Cordie says, looking worried again. "Things like that won't get out of my head easily"

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles says, "Mmm. He is prone to..." A chuckle. "Actually, I'd rather unsee the last time I ran into Mr. Dresden, so perhaps we shouldn't revisit that.""

Cordelia Chase has posed:
"Now you see why I need your help?" Cordelia asks quietly. "You got any way to sortt this? Anything to make both of us forget traumatic memories?" Cordelia asks with a look over Giles, then glances around the Magic Box as if she's willing to try anything to forget things.

Rupert Giles has posed:
A quiet sigh. "From personal experience?" Jenny. "Replacing them with better ones is about the only decent approach. I believe there is, though, a decent stock of valerian on the shelves behind me, which is at least moderately effective in improving sleep." Ruefully, "If you're suggesting tampering with memories? Most unwise except /in extremis/."

Cordelia Chase has posed:
"Oh no no I wasn't. I'd rather just not think about things like that. Mr. Dresden is...well...." she sighs. "Terrifying" Cordie says finally and nods. "Okay, so how much would you recommend?"

Hey that may help her sleep in the Hyperion too come to think of it?

Rupert Giles has posed:
Giles moves behind the counter, hunts for the appropriate large bottle. "Mr. Dresden is a law unto himself. Perhaps less uncouth and brutish than John Constantine, but that is akin to suggesting that the County of Kent is small compared to Texas." He pulls it down, along with a smaller empty jar. "Here we are. I wouldn't go so far as terrifying. Intimidating in certain circumstances, perhaps." The valerian is dished out into the smaller jar. "Hrm. Labels. Where *did* those end up in the last tidy... ah... Here we go." He writes on the label, peels it off its backing sheet and affixes it to the smaller jar. "Treat it as a tea - an infusion in hot water in much the same quantity as you would with tea, before bed." She earns a smile. "It won't do you any harm in sensible quantities, and it may do some good."

Cordelia Chase has posed:
"Thanks, how much do I owe you?" Cordelia asks and looks relieved. See, she likes this. If Giles asks her to work here she'll help out. Admittedly, magic's not her strength but, but..t she's used to dealiwng with people thanks to her job with AI. Which is, hey, if anything, it's not the same but she e can draw on her time sitting behind a desk or in Sunnydale High.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"That..." Giles hunts for the price list. "Would appear to be... um... four dollars and fifty cents." A rueful chuckle. "I would say 'have it and welcome', but Anya seems to have discovered a delight in the minutiae of stock-taking and book-keeping, and I fear Words Would Be Said were I to do so."

Cordelia Chase has posed:
Cordie slips a $5 bill out of her purse. "Keep the chan....wait...what?" she asks blinking a few times as if she's not sure she heard it right...Anya? Wait. Anya?

Bookkeeping? Minutae? Really? Cordie's definitely curious, then a litle worried. Still she's paid for this so, hey.

Rupert Giles has posed:
He chuckles, shrugs. "Strange, no?" Giles rings up the money, drops two quarters in the tip jar. "Anyway. If you will excuse me, I believe someone from the garage is coming to tow the old girl outside and see if they can't fix her oil pump shortly."

Cordelia Chase has posed:
Cordelia looks out the window briefly. "That's your car? I thought it was somebody who was renting the space and paying for it" Cordie says, "Though it was nice seeing you again.And thanks again for the help Giles" Cordie nods and heads out the door, finally.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles smiles. "Nice to see you, too, Cordelia. Do come back, mm?"